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Full Title: Dr Clara Lascelles

Known as: Clara

Species: Human

Gender: Female

Age: 35

Appearance:
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Vocation: Doctor of Non-Human Technologies. Renowned scientist. Currently lead supervisor for RX3248's alien ruin excavation site 

[b]Personality:[/b] 
Clara is a seeker of the truth. Ever since she was a little girl she has sought to understand the world around her and sort the right from the wrong. She is a workaholic, often prioritizing research papers over social contact. When she does get round to talking to people, her broad intellect coupled with a cynical, esoteric attitude to her work sometimes make her come across as a smart aleck. 

She was just a girl when the war started, and it hit her in a big way. Clara lost her entire family to The Nomad and now finds it difficult to cultivate a meaningful outside of work relationship with anyone. Her snippy and playful teasing is all part of an elaborate defence mechanism to help her cope. In her own way she has helped whoever needed it most, offering guidance and support to grieving people whenever the opportunity arose.

[b]History:[/b] 
Clara was born on Cornucopia, a large and sparsely populated garden world. Colonised just one hundred years previously, it had experienced a period of rapid growth. Large swathes of its land area were set aside for hyper-efficient vertical farms; large structures which combined energy positive accommodation with genetically engineered super crops. Clara's father was a civil engineer and her mother a professor of pharmacology at the first university on Cornucopia so there was pressure on Clara to be somebody useful from the very beginning.

For the first 8 years of her life she rebelled constantly, running off into the vast alpine forests that surrounded Cornucopia's capital city with her friends. She shunned her parents attempts to get her into a vocation, preferring instead to draw and categorize the entire Cornucopian ecosystem on volumes of real paper that she stole from the small community of non-digital artists living near her.

The Nomad attacked when she was on one such outing. It was a brisk, clear morning and she could see the laser fire and explosions from orbit long before the sirens reached her from the city. A UWSC battleship happened to be anchored at one of Cornucopia's geosynchronous defense platforms, resupplying on the way to an outer world. It didn't stand a chance. The sight of the fiery maelstrom of wreckage from both the battleship and the defense platform was the jolt Clara needed to run.

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